Chapter 1607

The girl's name is Liu Tianyue.

Song Lingling blinked suspiciously, "just the pen."

"Why is it so hot?" Liu Tianyue rubbed her fingers.

Up to now, she still feels the pain of burning her finger belly.

"Hot?" Song Lingling was even more confused.

She opened the iron box, which contained two pens and a ballpoint pen.

There's nothing. How can it be hot?

"You see, there are only a few pens in my pencil box. There's nothing else."

Everyone put their heads together. There was really nothing else in it except laughter.

Yijun got up. At the age of 17, he was 1.8 meters tall.

When he got up, all the open iron boxes came into his eyes.

Put a pen in it?

He raised his eyebrows, twitched at the corners of his eyes, and looked at Song Lingling like a fool.

Is such a magical iron box used to hold pens?

When he was a child, he was scalded when he touched it, but not every time

Yijun looked at the back of song Lingling's head: "this iron box is very unique. Can you show it to me?"

Yijun's voice is very nice, magnetic and mellow.

Hearing the sound, song Lingling suddenly turned back and looked at him in surprise.

Song Lingling was stunned. She was so handsome!

High!

She had to look up to see his face.

Song Lingling pursed her lips and handed the iron box to Yijun.

Yijun is preparing to be scalded and takes over the iron box.

But when the iron box fell into his hands, there was no trace of temperature, and it was cold.

Liu Tianyue frowned and looked at Yijun strangely: "eh, isn't it hot?"

Yi Jun lowered his eyes and looked at the iron box.

The surface has been polished, and the golden light inside is more dazzling.

It should always be held and touched to have such a smooth body.

Yijun raised her eyes and looked at Song Lingling: "I want to buy it, how much..."

"Not for sale!"

Without waiting for Yijun to finish, song Lingling suddenly changed her face and hurriedly grabbed the iron box when Yijun was unprepared.

She held the iron box tightly in her arms and looked at Yijun with caution and defense: "this box is very important to me. I won't sell it for how much!"

Her reaction exceeded Yijun's imagination. Yijun raised her eyebrows and looked at Song Lingling with deep eyes.

Song Lingling turned around. At this time, the class bell rang and the students dispersed quickly.

Yijun sat down and looked at Song Lingling's eyes more deeply.

Song Lingling seemed to be aware of his eyes and thought he was thinking of a box. From then on, she became wary of him.

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noon.

Song Lingling and her deskmate song Mei come to the school canteen to eat.

The canteen is very spacious, and there are enough tables and chairs.

After dinner, they found a seat by the window.

Song Lingling ate beaten tomatoes, scrambled eggs and cabbage.

Song Mei's family is not short of money. She doesn't worry about food and drink at all. She beat braised meat, white cut chicken, fried shrimps and so on.

Seeing that song Lingling only eats scrambled eggs with tomatoes and cabbage, she thought song Lingling was poor and had no money to eat well.

She picked up a chicken wing, looked at Song Lingling and asked, "do you want it?"

Song Lingling raised her eyes, looked at the chicken wings and said with a smile, "I don't like meat. I usually eat meat very much. Thank you."

When I take back my eyes on the chicken wings, I inadvertently see Yijun in front of me.

Yijun happened to be looking at her.

When they looked at each other, song Lingling was worried.

The boy's eyes are too naked!

His face was full of expressions of interest in her box.

Song Lingling grabbed the bag with one hand and held it tightly in her arms!

She gave Yijun a warning look. She won't sell the box!

She held the bag tightly and picked up the rice quickly with chopsticks in one hand.

Song Mei noticed her difference and saw that she raised her eyes and looked ahead from time to time. Song Mei looked up and looked ahead.

At a glance, Yijun, who was elegant and full of noble spirit, looked at Song Lingling expressionless.

Song Mei was stunned, then bowed her head and asked song Lingling, "isn't he interested in you?"

"Who is he?" Song Lingling asked.

"Our school grass, isn't it handsome?"

"What's his name?"

"Jing Yijun."

"I just met him. How could he like me?" He has a crush on her box!

"Although he is poor, he looks very good. Many girls in our school like him."

Poor?

Song Lingling questioned song Mei's words.

Yijun's breath is not like that of the poor.

But the clothes he wears are so ordinary that they should be very cheap.

But even so, it doesn't affect his perfect and handsome appearance.

Song Lingling raised her eyes and looked at Yijun.

This guy is still looking at her. His eyes are so naked. It seems that he is really interested in her box!

Song Lingling said secretly, "it seems that the box can't be brought to school."

Song Lingling is stared at by Yijun and has no appetite at all.

After two quick bites, she stopped eating.

Song Mei still has many dishes. She hasn't touched her chicken yet.

Seeing song Lingling put down her chopsticks, she chewed food in her mouth and asked vaguely, "are you full?"

Song Lingling: "after eating, I'll go back to my bedroom first."

Song Mei nodded, "OK, go back first."

She has a long time to eat.

Song Lingling didn't go back to her bedroom immediately after she left the canteen.

She came to the playground, running for a while, long jump for a while, squatting down for a while and counting ants... It looked very boring.

She doesn't like k city!

But she couldn't resist the arrangement of her family and came to K city from Shanghai stock market to go to school.

Song Lingling walked around the basketball court twice and sat down on the stairs.

She hung her head and drew a circle with a stick in her hand.

"No nap?" At this time, a nice and indifferent voice came from behind.

This sound is a little familiar!

Song Lingling suddenly got up and turned around.

When she saw Yijun, she conditionally covered the bag hanging obliquely in front of her body!

She glared at Yijun angrily: "don't follow me! I won't sell the box!"

Yijun slightly raised his eyebrow. He looked into her eyes. Her black and white eyes reflected him.

He pursed his lips and said, "where did you come from?"

"Where you came from has nothing to do with you!"

"I'll give you ten million, give it to me!"

"Ten million?" Song Lingling was stunned. Didn't song Mei say that he was a poor man? Could he come up with ten million?

What a guy who is not afraid to laugh!

Ten million for her box?

Although she cherished the box, she knew it was not worth so much money.

It's inlaid with gold inside, emitting golden light. Who doesn't know it's made of iron outside?

It's not a diamond jewelry, which is worth 10 million?

Song Lingling felt that Yijun was playing with her. How could a poor man spend 10 million on an iron as soon as he spoke?

Does he know what ten million is?

Thinking of this, song Lingling looked at Yijun like an idiot: "I won't sell 100 billion! This classmate, you're dead!"

"If you don't sell 100 billion, will you give you 200 billion?"

"Don't sell it! Unless it kills me!"

Yaya, come on? Still talking about 200 billion?

Does he have any misunderstanding about the 100 million unit?

Her stubbornness on her face and her attitude of protecting the iron box as if she were dead made Yijun unhappy.

Can't she be as realistic as other girls and brighten her eyes when she hears money?

"Really don't sell for much?"

Song Lingling can't stand it. She hates people who talk about money all the time!

She stared at him fiercely: "give me 350 billion. It's the same result. If I don't sell it, I won't sell it!"

“……”

Seeing that Yijun's face was cold, song Lingling continued: "some things can't be bought with money. Don't always take some smelly money to talk to me!"

Even if song Lingling didn't believe what her deskmate said, she didn't believe that the classmate was poor, and she couldn't believe that he could easily come up with 20 million.

We are all students and consumers. Even if our parents have so much money, we can't let them all buy her box, can we?

Unless his parents are as stupid as him.

"OK." Yijun looked at Song Lingling deeply, said a good word for a long time, and then turned and left.

Looking at his tall and straight figure, song Lingling pursed her mouth unhappily, "inexplicable."

At the end of the evening self-study, various styles of luxury cars are parked at the school gate waiting for the children to finish class.

When song Lingling came out with her schoolbag on her back, she soon saw the black BMW that took her to school.

She pursed her lips, looked a little helpless, and then walked over carelessly.

Sitting in the driver's seat is her father song Kaiming.

After she fastened her seat belt, song Kaiming asked, "are you used to the new school?"

Song Lingling looked out of the window, expressionless: "what if she's used to it, what if she's not used to it?"

Her attitude made song Kaiming suddenly black.

Song Kaiming: "this is your home. Your root is here. You must come back to live!"

Song Lingling raised her lips sarcastically: "when she sent me and my mother away, why didn't she think this was my home and my roots were here?"

"I had to do this at first! Although I sent you away, I didn't treat you badly!"

Song Lingling suddenly looked at Song Kaiming with a trace of hatred in her eyes: "you forced me back, forced me to get engaged to someone I didn't like, forced me to separate from my mother, and caused her to die of a heart attack. Isn't that unfair to me?"

Song Kaiming was a little guilty and said in a stern voice: "it's not bad to let you marry Zhang Shao! I can't blame your mother for her death. She's too persistent!"

"Enough!" Song Lingling suddenly roared at Song Kaiming: "you say half a word, I'll get off now and fly away, so you can't find it all your life!"

If she hadn't treated grandma for money, would she sit in this man's car so obediently?

"She has the same temper as your mother. She is persistent and willful and has no boss!" Song Kaiming starts the car.

Song Lingling was angry and angry. Thinking of her dead mother and her grandmother in hospital, she had to admit defeat.

Her eyes were red and she tried to restrain herself so that she didn't cry in front of the man.

She bit her lower lip and looked at the man driving: "how much did you sell me to Zhang Shao? Is there 20 million?"

"No, why do you ask? You're engaged. Just wait for your wedding when you're 18."

Song Lingling smiled sarcastically when she heard the speech. Her living person is not worth 20 million. Will the box be worth 20 million?